Jet Fuel and Neon

[Intro] (Driving synth b**t starts, guitar riff joins) (Verse 1) Suitcase full of receipts, another runway gleams Vegas lights, Paris nights, Florida sunbeams San Diego coast, a temporary scene Tatiana's movin', a workin' girl machine Got a little vial, takes the edge away Rick Simpson oil helps her face the day Chases the high, makes the pressure fade Another city, another deal she's made [Chorus] Oh, she's runnin' on jet fuel and neon dreams Got the world on a string, or so it seems From the boardroom buzz to the midnight streams Tatiana's livin' fast, tearin' at the seams [Verse 2] But when the wheels touch down in Nyack town She trades the skyline for streets that know her sound Olive's is buzzin', her people gather 'round Local misfits, feet planted on the ground They share a laugh, they pass the smoke around A different kind of high, a solace that is found Her roots run deep here, though they were never planned Born in Russia, raised by a different hand [Chorus] Oh, she's runnin' on jet fuel and neon dreams Got the world on a string, or so it seems From the boardroom buzz to the midnight streams Tatiana's livin' fast, tearin' at the seams [Bridge] And a phone call home brings a different pain Her mother's voice fading, lost within the rain Of tangled memories, a fading, fragile chain Tatiana feels the pull, the love, the strain Should she fly back west, leave Nyack behind? Hold her mother close, a different life defined? Or keep this coast apartment, waiting for the sign 'Til Vegas calls them both, or crosses the thin line? [Verse 3] She finds her church beneath the strobe light's flash A Lady Gaga concert, feelin' the c***h Of bass and brilliance, spendin' all her cash To see the Queen again, escape the daily brash Screams "Born This Way" loud, feels the pure release A moment of pure freedom, sweet, chaotic peace Forgets the miles, the worries, the unease Lost in the music, brought down to her knees [Chorus] Oh, she's runnin' on jet fuel and neon dreams Got the world on a string, or so it seems From the boardroom buzz to the midnight streams Tatiana's livin' fast, tearin' at the seams (Oh, tearing at the seams...) [Outro] (Synth b**t becomes slower, more reflective, guitar fades) Nyack streetlights blur, the RSO haze Balancing two worlds through the endless days A suitcase by the door, in a restless phase Jet fuel and neon, her complicated maze... (Synth b**t lingers, then fades out)